#barbie SAYS EVERYTHING OUT LOUD come on now

[chappell-roans]

lol not someone saying barbie got zilch because people just didn’t see its deep layers… be serious rn

[starkwlkr]

Ok this is a bit strange but could you do a Ruby fic where she's scared charles and yn are going to get a divorce because she heard them arguing and she's asking uncle pierre what's going to happen

two birthdays | charles leclerc

sorry for the wait!! here’s more baby leclerc <3

Ruby knew what divorce meant. A friend from school had explained it to her one day after she said she had to spend the weekend with her dad. Ruby also knew that her parents would never get a divorce, they were too in love with each other. At least that what she thought.

After coming home from school, Ruby heard her parents’ voice in the kitchen. Pascale had offered to pick up Ruby from school since Y/n had just given birth to Mathéo and Charles was taking care of her. The older woman heard the loud voices and knew that Ruby wasn’t meant to hear that.

“Ruby, ma fille, go up to your room. I’ll come and get you in five minutes.” Pascale instructed.

Ruby always listened to her grand-mère so she did what she was told. She hesitated a bit, but she made her way up the stairs and towards her bedroom. She had never seen or heard her parents fight so she was extremely confused. Was her family going to end up like her friend’s family?

“It’s kinda cool because I get two of everything. I get two birthdays so that means I get more presents!”

But Ruby didn’t want two birthdays. She didn’t care if two birthdays meant having more presents. Ruby would rather have no presents.

Exactly five minutes later, Pascale arrived to Ruby’s room. “Guess what?” The woman tried to put on a smile. “You get to stay with me tonight. We can bake cookies, watch Barbie the mermaid one, you love that movie, don’t you?”

Ruby nodded. “Why can’t we watch it here? Papa and maman love it too.”

Pascale sighed. “Your maman needs rest and your papa has work to do. Remember his race is coming up so he has to focus on winning.”

Ruby nodded once more. She didn’t question her grand-mère again so she just began to pack a bag.

It was summer break for Ruby and for some ‘unknown’ reason (to her) she was on her fourth plane flying to a new location. Each night she would ask Charles to call her maman so she could say goodnight. When she handed the phone back to Charles, she fully expected him to say goodnight as well but he would always end the call.

Silverstone was coming up. Ruby wasn’t sure if her maman and Théo were coming. She wanted them to come since she hadn’t seen them in a while, but it was confirmed by Charles that they were still in Monaco.

When the father and daughter arrived to the paddock, Ruby saw that Kika and Pierre had also arrived. “Papa, Uncle Pierre and Aunt Kika are here too.” Ruby pointed out.

Charles nodded.

Ruby had asked Charles if it was okay if she spent the day with Kika since her maman was home and she knew Charles was going to be busy for a while. Kika happily accepted having Ruby by her side so together the two girls made their way to the Alpine garage.

Kika noticed how quiet the little girl was being. Usually Ruby would run around and talk nonstop, but now she was basically silent the whole time. “What’s wrong, Ruby Jules? Are you cold? I think Uncle Pierre has a jacket you can wear.”

“I’m not cold, Aunt Kika. I’m sad.” Ruby replied as she held Kika’s hand.

“Why? What made you sad?” Kika asked.

“Maman and papa were fighting. Now they don’t talk to each other and I miss my maman.” Ruby said in a low voice.

Kika tried her best to comfort the girl as they arrived to the Alpine garage. She immediately called for Pierre.

“What’s going on? Why are you sad, bébé?” Pierre picked up Ruby in his arms.

“She heard Charles and Y/n arguing.” Kika informed him.

“I don’t want two birthdays.” Ruby admitted.

“What do you mean?” Pierre was confused by what she meant.

“My friend from school said she gets two of everything because her papa and maman are divorced. I know what that means. Papa and maman are going to divorce.” Ruby began to tear up.

“Mon chéri, your papa and maman love each other so much. Sometimes adults argue but your parents are too in love to divorce.” Pierre tried to explain.

“Do you and Aunt Kika argue? Are you getting a divorce?” Ruby wondered.

“Well we have to get married first.” Pierre lightly chuckled.

“When are you getting married?”

“You are very curious today, Ruby Jules.”

[darkbluekies]

Trick or treat, end in defeat

Yandere!female!mafia OC x reader

Summary: Halloween ends in a bloody game

Warnings: yandere, jealousy, threats, knives, guns, humiliation, killing, drugs, alcohol, sexual suggestions

Word count: 2.6k

She’s dressed as a dead 1920’s flapper girl. Her shoulder length black hair have been forced into wavy swirls, her dress bloodied down. You’ve taken for granted that she didn’t buy her blood at a hobby store. She was wearing white contacts in her eyes. You have dressed as a vampire without fake teeth. Jerry said that you look stupid with them on. 

“Who wants to make out with a vampire with dentures?” she mutters before grabbing the back of your neck to bring your face to her lips. “Not me.”

She devours your mouth. Kissing and sucking on everything she reaches. She has the ability to suck the air out of your lungs when kissing you, leaving you breathless and dizzy. 

“If you do something stupid tonight, baby, I’m going to show you what the ‘trick’ in trick or tret is”, she whispers against your lips. “Maybe I’ll use you skin as a pumpkin? But if you’re good, I will give you a treat. And I promise you’re going to like it.”

You’re going to be her cover for a mission, a halloween party where she is going to be handed an envelope with a list of locations for weapons and money by a man you have never heard of before. 

“What’s the treat?” you ask. 

“Me, of course”, Jerry smiles smugly. “Aren’t I a yummy treat when I look like this?”

She spins, giving you a full view of her costume. 

“It’s real blood … isn’t it?” you find yourself asking. 

“Of course it is. Come now, we have to leave.”

She grabs your hand and walks out of the apartment. Her boss has sent a car for the two of you in which you jump into the backseat. 

The car stops outside a club. The loud music can be heard out to the car, despite the doors being closed. Jerry jumps out and helps you out on the sidewalk. 

“Remember what I said, okay?” she says, looking into your eyes warningly. 

The white contacts makes her look manic. You nod and swallow. Jerry leads you into the club. Everywhere you look, you see Barbies, Jack Sparrows, Spidermen and sexy nurses. The music pounds in your ears and you’re sure that you’re going to leave the club with no hearing. Jerry takes you to a pair of round couches by the wall and sits you down. 

“What do you want to drink?” she asks you, mouth close to your ear to be heard. 

Her breath fans against your skin. 

“Whatever”, you reply. 

Jerry nods. 

“Stay here”, she tells you. “Don’t move.”

She disappears into the sea of pretenders. You look around, wondering how many in here are aware that this more than a dance floor this evening. Could the girl dressed as a tiger be aware that this is a meeting place for illegal dealing? Or the man dressed as a cowboy, is he in on it? How many eyes do Jerry have? And how many do her enemies have? Is the man in the zombie costume the one to deliver it? Or the one in an astronaut overall? 

Jerry returns with two drinks. One lime green and one black. 

“One if sour and one is cola”, she says. “Which one do you want?”

“The cola.”

She gives you the dark one. You take a sip and grimace. 

“Oh yeah, it has vodka in it”, she laughs.

“I can tell”, you cough. 

She takes a sip of her toxic green one and grimaces. 

“God, that’s undrinkable”, she mutters. 

A woman comes up to the table. She’s dressed as a pirate. 

“Do you want some?” she asks — clearly on something — and waves a little, clear bag with white powder in it. 

Jerry shoots her arm over you, as a barricade. 

“They don’t want anything from you”, she says coldly. 

The girl stumbles away. Jerry moves closer to you. Although she’s wearing her contacts, you can tell that she’s gotten that look in her eyes again. She’s alert, ready to lash out at anyone that comes near you. She grabs your jaw, turning your face to her.

“If anyone offers you something you better decline and tell them to get the fuck away, you’re not into that”, she tells you. 

You nod understandably. Jerry kisses your lips. 

“How long do we have to stay here?” you ask. “When will you meet your contact?”

“He said around midnight”, Jerry replies and you are about to point out that it’s almost two hours until then, but she continues talking. “But we had to get here some time before so that it doesn’t look like we’re here to get something and then leave. That way, it’ll look suspicious.”

“My head hurts already.”

Jerry lifts your glass to your lips. 

“If you drink some more you’ll feel better”, she says. 

She watches you gulp it down until the glass is empty. You cough, trying to get rid of the burning in your throat. The liquid leaves a warm trail through your body. 

It’s as if you can feel your head fog up, feel your body burn up. The air inside the club is hot from all the dancing people. The costume sticks onto your body

“My poor girl/boy”, Jerry coos and brushes your hair out of your face. “Feeling hot? You’re sweating.”

She leans in and kisses your temple, licking her lips of your sweat. Someone sits down on the couch beside you. Jerry is quick to make them leave. She pulls you even closer. Her nails dig into your hot skin. Jerry knows that you need to go out for fresh air, but there’s something about your look that makes her want to keep you here. Your eyelids hang heavy over your eyes, your glowing, sweaty skin and tired pout. It doesn’t take much to get you here, and yet she loves to see it every time. 

“Can I have a water?” you ask. 

“Wait here”, Jerry tells you. 

She disappears once more and returns with a glass of water. She feeds it to you as you rest against her shoulder. 

“You’re so cute when you’re drunk”, she chuckles.

Are you drunk? Or are you dying of heat? You can’t tell. But she was right. Your head isn’t hurting anymore. 

“There he is”, she suddenly says and stands up.

She turns to you, holding your jaw and directing your face up towards her. 

“You’re going to stay right here, do you get that?” she says. “I will be back in a little while, and you’re going to remain here, do you understand?”

You nod. Jerry gives your jaw a warning squeeze before walking off. You follow her with your eyes, seeing how her and a man dressed as a detective walks into a backroom. Something else catch your eyes. A man in a spiderman costume. A very familiar man. An old friend. You feel your heart skip a beat. Oh, how you’ve missed him. 

“Y/N!” he shouts out, happily and hurries over to the couch. 

You give a quick glance towards the door to the back room. Still closed. 

“It’s been so long!” he says and hugs you. “How are you?”

“I’m good”, you answer and clear your throat. 

You can’t tell a drunk man to go away without it becoming a scene … and this is a drunk friend. 

“I’ve been wondering what happened to you”, he said. “None of our friends have seen you for a while.”

If only you knew. 

You give the door a new glance. Closed. 

“I’ve been busy”, you say. 

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

You force yourself not to glance at the door. Your heart beats inside your chest, causing a wave of fear induced nausea to reach your head. 

“We should do something soon”, the friend suggests. 

“Oh, sure”, you reply, knowing very well that it’ll never happen. 

But you can’t really tell them that the reason you’ll never do anything with him is because you have an insane girlfriend who is in the mafia. 

“What are you doing nowadays?” you ask. 

“I work at the bank”, he replies and laughs. “Basically their runnerboy.”

“What? You run their errands?”

“Pretty much.”

You tug at your lips, trying to imagine him run back forth between men in suits. You glance towards the door. Open. Your entire body goes cold, and for a few seconds you can’t hear anything. You look around, as in slow motion, trying to find her. She must already have seen you — talking with someone else, laughing with someone else. 

“What’s wrong?” the friend asks worriedly. “You look like you’re going to throw up.”

You want to shout at him to stop being stupid, but he doesn’t know why you’re suddenly mortified. He can’t be blamed for anything. 

You, however, know what's going on … and you know that you have to save him before Jerry gets to him. But where is she?

“You have to go now”, you tell your friend and push him towards the exit. Your voice is short and direct, trying your best not to show how scared you are. 

Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

“What are you doing?” your friend asks. “Stop pushing me.”

“You have to leave”, you try again. “I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to save your life!”

“What?”

“Just walk!”

You manage to get him out of the club, out into the fresh air. Quickly, you look around. Jerry’s nowhere to be seen. You don’t want to leave your friend before you’re sure that he will be okay. If you leave him now, you won’t know if he will be okay.

There is only one thought in your head. WHERE IS JERRY?

 “Listen to me”, you say and grab your friend, forcing him to look at you. “Listen closely, okay? I don’t know how long I have. You have to leave. You have to run. If we’re lucky, she didn’t get a good look at you.”

“Who? Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring myself. Please believe me. Just go. Now. Run. Please.”

The words seem to have trouble coming out. The man frowns, but starts to back away before turning around and running away. You dare breathe out, but the relief don’t last long. Someone grabs a handful of your hair and force your head backwards, cutting off the air in your throat. 

“Who the fuck was that?” Jerry hisses in your ear. 

“N-No one”, you manage to choke out. 

“Oh, so now I need to go to the optician?” Something sharp presses against your throat. “I’m asking again: who was that?”

“J-Jerr-” You can’t get anything past the bending point in your throat.

The knife presses closer to your skin. 

“Did you find him hot?” she asks teasingly, but with a sharp anger in her voice. “Did you want him to fuck you?”

You shake your head frantically. 

“I know that’s right”, she says and lets you go. 

You cough and desperately heap in air. You stumble forward with dark spots dancing over your vision. Before you have the time to register that she’s let you go, she’s pushed you up against the brick wall and put the knife against your chest. 

“I didn’t know my pet was a little news reporter”, she scoffs. “Talking to people left and right.”

“He was a friend”, you breathe out. “Someone I knew from school!”

“Mm, and I guess that you were so happy to see him again?”

“Jerry-”

“You either love the attention or to piss me off.” She tilts her head. “Where did he go?”

“I won’t let you hurt him. He did nothing wrong.”

“Oh, he did nothing wrong, did he? I saw him clinging onto something that belongs to me! I think that’s a bit fucking wrong, don’t you?”

“Jerry, I swear that I told him to go away.”

“Yeah, I saw that too. I saw quite a lot, actually. I saw too much and it made me fucking nauseous.”

“Jerry, please …”

“Mm, I love it when you beg.”

“I’ll beg all you want if you spare him.”

She uses the knife to point onto the ground. 

“Down on your knees.”

You sink down on your knees and stand eye to eye with the point of the knife. 

“Beg”, Jerry orders you. 

You lick your lips, preparing yourself for this humiliating task. 

“Please”, you say and look up at her with the most innocent, pleading eyes you can muster. 

“You can do better than that, baby.”

“Jerry, please, I’m sorry.”

“How sorry?”

“Very. Please.”

Jerry grabs your jaw, smiling cockily. 

“You say ‘please’ so sweetly, how can I not forgive you?” she coos. “I will let him go … if I don’t find him until the night is over.”

“W-What?”

“It’s halloween, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we have some fun?”

“Jerry, please, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“He was at the wrong place at the wrong time, h-he didn't know. It’s not like he tried to piss you off. He doesn’t deserve to be punished for that. Punish me instead. I shouldn’t have answered him, I should have ignored him.”

She stares down at you, clearly contemplating. 

“Please”, you beg weakly, hoping that your ‘sweet please’ will be enough to make her agree.

“Okay”, she says. “Let’s play a game. If you win, I’ll leave him be. If I win, I get to slaughter him and you have to watch me do it.”

“Can’t we have something else?”

“Like what?”

“If you win, I’ll do whatever you want for a week-”

“A year.”

“A-A year …”

“You know I can make you do whatever I want? I can decide to humiliate you for no reason at all.”

“I know. But I can’t have a human life on my consciousness. If you kill him, I will never be able to forgive myself.”

“Aren’t you just adorable? Okay. Deal.”

You get to stand up. 

“What game do we play?” you ask.

“Russian Roulette”, Jerry decides. 

“W-Will one of us die?”

“Are you dumb? No, we’re not going to play with our lives. I have a guy we can use.”

She takes you to the HQ’s basement. You hate the HQ. A man sits on the floor, bloody and chained. Jerry picks up her gun and shakes out all bullets but one. She spins it and holds the gun towards you.

“Do you want the first try, my love?” she asks. 

“No”, you breathe out.

Jerry doesn’t hesitate before shooting the guy. You flinch and have to squeeze your eyes shut. The sight still haunts you. 

“Your turn”, Jerry says and presses the gun to your chest. “It was blank.”

“Fuck, Jerry …”, you whisper without opening your eyes. “This is insanity …”

“If you don’t shoot, you lose. Do it.”

You open your eyes slowly and take the gun in your shaking hands. You have a cold sweat. It’s a mistake to look at the man, one you regret immediately. His eyes are widened, taped mouth begging you not to shoot him.

“Jer-”

She stands behind you, holds her hand over yours and pulls the trigger. The following moments feel like an eternity. It’s blank. Your knees buckle and you stumble backwards. Jerry shoots. Blank. She holds the gun towards you. You shake your head and swallow thickly. 

“I give up, I can’t kill him”, you pant. 

“You might not kill him”, Jerry says and grins. “I might. Oh, the possibilities.”

“No …”

“Okay.”

Jerry lifts the gun and shoots until the bullet hits him. You swallow a scream and cover your head with your arms. She throws the gun on the cement floor. 

“I win”, she says in satisfaction. “Now, get those legs moving, the night is not over. On the contrary, it has just begun.”

[bougiebutchbinch]

I’m back to talk about transfemme Wade (who I think would refuse to go by Wanda bc “we already have one of them, don’t wanna confuse the fans!”) but in an embarrassing amount of thought so anon-

I feel like she has so many wigs that sit along the wall of their room, one for every occasion (Logan talked her out of getting a massive Miku length one bc she would never take care of it Well enough-), her favorite is the Barbie of just a cute blonde ponytail that sometimes she’d clip colorful strips into. Sometimes she showers wearing a wig for the Euphoria of her bf being pissed there’s a bunch of plastic in the drain- she goes through so many phases of what style she likes, their living room was full of amazon boxes at some point and Logan was ‘forced’ to sit through a fashion show and give his opinions, and while he doesn’t know the difference between Lolita (THE STYLE THE STYLE!!!!) and Harijuku, all he knows is his girl is beaming and rambling a mile a minute and he can’t make himself veto any outfit she shows off. Unfortunately his real favorite look of hers involves the same t shirts and boxers she wore before coming out, no makeup, no wig, face mushed into his chest and just Content as can be. He doesn’t care about her putting on a big effort to look femme (though will always lovingly praise looks so the RSD doesn’t trigger), as long as she’s happy and safe, he’s so lucky to have her 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 anyways I go ESPLODE NOW thinking of my self ship with her-

WAILS AND RUBS MY FACE ALL OVER THIS LIKE A HAPPY CAT

AWHHHHHHH

she is everything to me. EVERYTHINGGGGG

[UNDER A CUT for discussions of bottom dysphoria - as well as related self-inflicted violence, but in a Poolverine way where violence is consensual and sexy and fun for everyone involved!]

I need her to be happy and to find joy and to have a million wigs and for Logan to love her just as much with them as without them, while bitching something rotten while he pulls the gross wads of plastic faux-hair out the drain

I need her to drape herself over Logan's lap like a happy housecat only Logan's the one who starts (embarrassedly) purring as he strokes her because he's so delighted and comfortable in his life right now~ And Wade is just being VIBRATED by the very loud proof of her boyfriend's love of her.... And she is smiling the GOOFIEST grin while Logan turns bright red!

I need her to turn to Logan after a long day of murder and they start pulling voraciously at each other's clothes - only Logan freezes STARSTRUCK because. Damn. And Wade's kinda confused and a bit self conscious, but tries to hide it under jokes until Logan says in this gruff, choked voice - "You look so fucking good in red" and she looks down to see where she's pulling off her costume and she's just fucking covered in this glossy red satin dress of her own blood ❤️

(And Logan maybe buys her a long red evening dress that she's probably never gonna have occasion to wear, but he's flushing so much when he presents it that he almost matches the colour, and he wants to see her in it so bad, and whenever Wade wears it around the house just casually, she gets picked up and fucked against the nearest wall lmao)

I need Logan dipping her effortlessly in a kiss, and she feels so fucking weightless in his arms ❤️

I need them baking together before Laura comes around and they both keep burning shit but they're laughing and having a good time and there's a smudge of flour on Wade's nose and Logan is imploding internally over how cute she is

I also need her to casually say to Logan one day when the Bottom Dysphoria is particularly bad, 'hey can you chop off my dick while fucking me and then just keep chopping it off whenever it tries to grow back??' and Logan is like 'what the fuck babe' and 'I have a vague sense that I shouldn't enable this' and 'babe are you fucking sure' and Wade is like 'yeah I get off on pain and that would make me very very happy, plus it will do no lasting damage <3' and Logan is like 'OOKAY I GUESS' and then they have fun horrific bloody mutilation sex that would look absolutely awful to anyone else but is actually very tender and affirming and cute

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Rhea's Friends (Part 7)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Rhea opens the door to let in the three boys. The shortest one hugs Rhea, he didn't even notice you yet.

"Who is this?" a very tall and muscular man asks. He scares you a bit. Rhea smiles and puts an arms around you.

"Do you wanna introduce yourself or should I do it for you?" she whispers. "You please" you answer. You're scared she might tell them about what happened but you also didn't dare to speak for yourself just yet.

"So, this is y/n, she's staying at mine for some time so get used to it." Demi tells the boys.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dominic but you can call me Dom like everyone else." the short one who hugged Rhea says.

"I'm Damian" says the tall one and reaches out to shake your hand. You shyly return the gesture.

"And I'm Finn" the third one who hasn't spoken yet says. You just nod and try to smile at them.

"Alright" Rhea says and grabs your hand. You follow her into the living room, they boys right behind you.

They sit down on the couch and Dominic turns on the TV. "Come here y/n" Demi says. Only now do you realize that you're the only one still standing.

You sit down next to her at the end of the couch. She puts her arm around you and leans back. "So what's the plan for today?" Rhea asks.

"What about we play some games and order pizza later. We could also watch a movie then" Finn says.

"Or we could make a horror movie marathon" Dom says enthusiastically. "No way, as much as I'd love to but y/n here can't stand horror." Rhea quickly throws in.

"What about we watch some stupid movies to laugh about" Damian suggests. "Oh yes, do you wanna watch barbie?" Demi says and looks at you. You shrug "fine by me"

"OK yeah, let's do it" Dom says and scrolls through a list of movies to find what they're looking for. "I'll order pizza, what do you guys want?" Finn says.

Everyone orders except for you. "What do you want y/n?" Damian says. "Nothing thanks" you reply shyly.

"y/n can we talk for a sec?" Rhea says and stands up. You're confused but follow her into the kitchen.

Demi leans against a counter and looks at you. "What is it that you wanna talk about?" "Are you hungry?" she asks.

You give her a confused look. "No why you asking?" you lie. "Because it's almost 2pm and you haven't eaten anything today except the little breakfast we had at around 9."

You sigh "I'm just not comfortable with eating in front of other men" Rhea gives you a sad smile "okay, but if you change your mind you can always take some of my pizza ok?" "thank you" you smile.

You return to the living room and join the boys who waited with the start of the film until you were back.

It was actually more fun than you originally thought. You were even comfortable enough to laugh out loud, even if it wasn't often, and steal one of Rhea's pizza slices.

It was around 10pm when Demi practically threw the boys out because they just wouldn't leave. "Byee" you both said before Rhea closed the door behind them.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought, they're pretty cool" you say and she grins at you. "Yea, I liked it too but I'm pretty tired now." Demi yawns.

You hesitate before asking "can you sleep with me in the bed again?" Rhea smirks, "sure" then grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom.

You both get ready for bed and lay down. "Demi?" you whisper. "hm" she hums. "I know you're tired and everything but can we cuddle? I feel a bit lonely right now."

"Of course, come here love" she responds and stretches out her arm so you can snuggle up to her.

I like the feeling I get when we touch. You think. Damn I never felt this way with him, like, actually cared for and protected and comfortable and all that.

"Good night" Rhea whispers. You feel her lips slightly brushing the top of your head.

I wonder what it would be like to kiss her. "Good night Demi, thank you for everything!" "You're welcome" she says and pecks you on your head.

Heat rushes through your body. Something you never felt before. With your ex you always wished for things to be over as soon as possible, with Rhea you wanted them to never end.

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Part sevennnn and many more planned ;)

Wishes, suggestions etc in the comments.

Taglist: @thatonepansexual2000

[xoyalanztov]

Just watched barbie and I am going through so many emotions right now.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

Okay so. This movie is a lot more than I thought it would be? like yeah I definitly expected the feminist subtext but they brought out the P word? saying the word Patriarchy out loud is like putting your hand on the stove, but I'm so happy they included it. Because this movie reflects a point where a lot of us are at in our lives. We are growing up, watching the people around us getting radicalised and its such a difference from what we used to be. How kind we used to be.

And Barbie is great at reminding us of that. Greta is so clever of never falling into the trap of saying: people are selfish, or all men suck. She knows what people will say about the movie, so she already added her rebutalls in, which is really clever.

The patrirachy affects everyone. This is a fact. Women live as a walking contradiction, cognizant of themselves and others at all times (with "an undertone of violence"), and we are so scared. All the time. It's exhausting be here, especially if you're an immigrant in a first world country, because you are constantly being reminded of how much better you have it. What people don't understand is that it's not enough. We deserve more. When the Barbies were getting their Nobel Prizes they were so confident, so assured in their right for recognization of the amazing work they've done, and just. I want that. So bad. I want to look at something and say I earned that.

And the Ken's were just this backdrop charecter, and it was achingly similar to how women are often presented in media. When Ken went into the real world he saw that he could be respected, could be loved, so of course he wanted that. This just shows that unbalanced societies will find ways to even themselves out, and those ways won't be great for everyone. But it does pose a great question for all "alpha" men: Who are you without the grind mindset, your podcast and your minifridge stocked with beer? Who are you? What is your life's purpose? What have you done with your life so far? You can do anything, and you are free to do anything. You don't have to work 80 hour weeks. You don't have to work yourself to the bone. Ask for help. Ask for compassion. Its ok.

And the way the movie makes fun of Mattel?? Aboslutely hilarious. Yes Barbie started out as a woman that could do anything, but she was perverted into this shell of herself, so that all that mattered was how much she would sell. This subtle dig at capitlisim is great, and the showcasing of performative activisim is top tier.

I think that at the heart of it this movie is about the thing that most great works of art are: human connection. The connection between mother and daughter, how it may wane, but if it is fostered and treated with respect it will flourish. Gloria loves her daughter. She gives her the speace she needs, lets her daughter grow. And her daughter understands that she needs that space, but also jumps to her mothers defence. Ken just wants to be loved, just wants someone to be there for him. Barbie helps him through that, and in the end, where Ken almost throws himself off the roof, Simu's Ken helps in persuading him not to, despite their bitter rivalry. Because love has many forms, and shouldn't just come from one person. Because we are more than a forgotten kiss.

Don't even get me started on the montages. I am so happy to be human. I am so in love with everything and everyone.

[demisexual-in-distress]

Any *SHNIFFFFF* helluva and/or hazbin headcanons??? o-o

*AHEHEHEHEM* I CAN RANT YES UR SUMMONING MY INNER NERD (LONG) (SORRY THIS HAS BEEN ROTTING IN MY ASK BOX IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR A WHILE NOW)

pls dont flop i spent way too many hours on this lol only doing 6 (six) from the main casts!!! And, sadly, no, Fizzarolli is not included, though I do love him dearly.

Helluva Headcanons:

Blitz:

frickin loves spirit

(saw this somewhere else not sure where) huge-ass horns scratch up his couch, hence the shitty tears

Makes sure to cherish Loona as much as possible on her bday bc of trauma from his childhood

Wants to be the parent possible to her also due to trauma (daddy issues :\)

Insecure about his scars :(

Lost Verosika because he adopted Loona in a last-ditch effort to save their relationship, but refused to get rid of her when V wasn't a fan

Eats anything and everything Brandon Rogers does (canon??) (such as cheese and hotsauce)

Told Barbie about his crush on Fizz before trying to tell Fizz himself

never grew out of bands he liked as a teen

Undiagnosed learning disabilites (dyslexia? he tries his best)

Poor education

(TW, S.A.) Stolas:

WATCHES EVERY TELENOVELA IN THE GODDAMN BOOK

Also enjoys musicals and constantly sings soundtracks while alone (projecting a bit)

Genuinely wants Via and Loona to hang out; wants some sort of father-daughter bond? with Loona, but isn't sure how to approach her

was verbally, physically, and sexually abused by Stella in their "relationship"

GREY'S ANATOMY

I think we all know this by now... Eyeliner.

Black sheep (canon?)

plays some sort of classical instrument idk (piano?)

PAINTS (happy little trees)

Big fan of Cruel Prince series yk

Big fan of fantasy in general

Nerds abt astronomy to Via

Adelle. No other words.

Wattpad user u can't convince me otherwise

Definitely neurodivergent

Millie:

Dyed Sallie Mae's hair when she transitioned, was a makeshift hairdresser for a little while (till Sal figured out how to do it herself)

Had a lot of pets as a child

Tries to stay in contact with all her siblings. Emphasis on tries.

Used to get homesick A LOT

Homeschooled

Ik it's a common one now, but babysat Loona while Blitz was in prison, leading to her and Moxxie meeting

THIS GURL CAN HANDLE HER DAMN DRINKS ‼️

Best homemade recipes by far

Has and will not hesitate to eat a bug once more

Very organized

Moxxie:

Likes to write

MUSICALS (canon) he loves phantom, les mis, and a gentleman's guide to love and murder (ahahhaem Bryce pinkham)

Has many hyperfixations! AUDHD

Loves kids, but gets overstimulated/overwhelmed when taking care of them

In severe need of validation due to trauma

Cat person

Out on a limb here but likes pottery

Bouncy leg stim yk

Panic! At the Disco led to his bi realization

Violinist just trust me

Loves mice for some odd reason

Gullible? Is that canon?

Can sketch pretty good!

Overwhelmed by loud noises and crowded spaces

Loona:

ACE SPECTRUM!!!!

Watches movies with blitz late at night as a tradition

Taught Blitz makeup tips for when he does his weird drag human disguise thing

follows 666 News on the hotel's strange journey

percussionistcore idk how else to say that

Knows EXACTLY how to deal with a hangover (ty blitz)

Social anxiety (might break this down in a seperate post cuz im in a ranty mood)

Has seen the show daria (or at least the hell version) (yall better kno wut im talking about)

Tries not to spend too much / is gentle with Blitz's bank account

Octavia:

Deep down, a sanrio girl is born

Nightcore bitches u already know

Very polarized when it comes to her relationship with stolas (canon?)

Has attempted to bring Stolas into her world - definitely shares her special interests with him, he tries his best to support

Plays at least ONE classical instrument bc she wanted to make Stolas proud :,) (never said she was good at it)

Very sheltered when it comes to Stolas and Stella's actual relationship toward each other

avid collector of taxidermy and other creepy things

She definitely knows those OG goth dances

Photography!!

Dr Martens do i have to say more

Hazbin Headcanons:

TW for Angel Dust and Niffty's (of all people), S.A. mentions.

Charlie:

YA sapphic romances!!!

Webtoon freak

Pinterest whore

Listens to Katy Perry + Hayley Kiyoko

Sanrio again!! Aggretsuko or Chococat r her favs

Can genuinely help people through tough times

Autism spectrum? a little out on a limb here, but she seems to have a hard time breaking down the psychology of sinning/sinners

Paints Vaggie's nails all the time

Vaggie was so her bi awakening; Seviathan and Vaggie were her only two relationships

CATS!!

LOVES Pixy Stix yk they're just straight up sugar

has a diary lol

ADHD

Vaggie:

feels so indebted to Charlie because of how much she took care of her after Falling

girl in red kind of sapphic

Struggles with self-worth

Definitely best exorcist girl on Adam's team

Lute was searching for a reason to get rid of her

brushes Charlie's hair idk

Candles. I don't know why

OPENS/CLOSES DOORS WITH THOSE HUGE ASS HIPS IDK ITS JUST RIGHT TO ME

Doesn't have the heart to tell Charlie when she's not fully correct on something

Origami

Wakes up at ungodly hours due to nightmares and anxiety, lock checks the hotel ALL THE TIME

honestly, tumblr user, silent reblogs

Alastor (sorry, most deal with his time alive):

Genuinely beginning to care for the hotel-- it scares him.

DADDY ISSUES + MOMMY ISSUES HE'S COLLECTED THEM ALL!!!!

Follow up: traumatic childhood

Mauled by dogs (is this still canon? Was this ever canon? DOES ANYBODY REMEMBER THAT???)

Knows the basics of technology, refuses to acknowledge it

Constantly playing jazz music from his radio in his room

Has a very vivid memory of his past, will not let himself forget it

Needs fucking glasses but that monocle don't do shit

Tea > coffee

Was convinced his asexuality was a flaw after being told so

Held onto Mimzy for the sake of nostalgia and memories of time alive

Insomniac

Nerd for jazz

Spoke some French as a child, though he isn't fluent

Husk's and Angel's get a bit detailed... I'm a slut for characters with such a vast possibility of headcanons

Husk (yeah I realize this won't make as much sense if you don't know all of his lore because of my obsession with him, I'll clarify what's already canon):

BLEEDS INTO ALASTOR, ALSO STRANGELY DETAILED: While alive, Husk played the saxophone professionally (canon). In his afterlife, as an overlord, he had one and continued to play bc us musicians r weird fucks who love to torture ourselves. Alastor knew he could play, and, being a jazz lover, LOVES that aspect of Husk. Just about the only thing he likes about him. Now, at the hotel, while he no longer plays, Alastor still brought his saxophone, which rots in Husk's closet.

Niffty's in his room ALL THE FUCKING TIME, it can't possibly get dirty

Doesn't make a mess to begin with--- husk hasn't personalized his room at all since he arrived, he doesn't know when Alastor will pull him out

Is used to that kind of travel anyways, since he did so much when he was alive (canon!!)

Never was that close to his parents-- they were busy with the (canon->) casino

Is (surprisingly) educated on LGBTQIA+ terms, labels, and knows about the most important landmark events in the community's history, he just prefers not to use labels for himself

Close to Niffty, has had conversations with her in Japanese (canonically speaks it) to prevent Alastor from understanding

Always wanted kids, knew he didn't have a stable enough life to have them and didn't want them to have a repeat of his own parents' absence in his childhood

MIXED RACE!! A bit of everything, I'd like to say

Had glasses when he was alive, where the fuck did they go in the afterlife

ACE SPECTRUM (previous post)!!! Demisexual & demiromantic (can u tell I'm projecting a lil???)

Hates KeeKee

Hates large crowds + loud noises, idk it speaks to me, especially with those big ass ears

I don't fully lean towards him being neurodivergent, though I do believe that Husk likes to have something to do with his hands as a form of stimming, if that makes sense

Alone most of his life

(TW, S.A.) Angel Dust (a lot of when he was alive):

Lived with Molly while alive

Was disowned when he got the courage to come out to his dad, fell out of the mafia and had to make a living for the first time ever

Wanted to be an actor, never got casted (while alive) due to being queer

Valentino romanticized his career, making him believe that he wouldn't always be the actor that he is

Career was also romanticized by the fact that he was finally accepted as gay

Performed in drag at gay bars

Borrowed dresses, makeup, other "feminine" things/accesories from Molly, who had a similar style

Isn't as up-to-date with technology and modern things as he seems to be

Tries to cover up both (slight) italian and New York(er?) accent, fails miserably

Had fish while alive (canonically loves fish lol)

Brother + father didn't attend his funeral

Met Cherri very close to when she arrived in Hell

learns more about media and pop culture from Cherri

Originally was in something like a relationship with Val, but it was more of S.A. than consenting sex after a while. When he began to disagree, this showed more prominently.

I don't have anything for Niffty except for one thing, so trigger warning once more. I believe that Niffty came from an immigrant family from Japan—half white. In the 50s, housewives got a bit stir-crazy from all the work they did, leading to hysteria, anxiety, depression, and other issues. In some situation where leaving the house was necessary, I believe one or multiple guys, possibly older, attempted to sexually assault Niffty. Asian girls, such as myself, that look like that "stereotypical" East Asian, young, small, etc., are fetishized. Niffty must've been little, judging by her form, and she was also an immigrant, and also a WOMAN—seen as lesser. In self-defense, she killed him (or all of them? I'm leaning toward it being multiple), having had enough. She was soon diagnosed with the housewife syndrome and lobotomized, meaning they gave her SEVERE brain damage, hence her twisted mind in the afterlife.

Overall, Niffty is a character that we don't know much about yet. Of course I'll write my own story over that. Playing with fandoms is just what I do. :) While I do genuinely believe the part about her being lobotomized will become canon, the rest is, again, just something that's been brewing in my head for a while. Maybe I'll incorporate it in my own writing, who knows?

I wanna see other headcanons in the reblogs and replies :D If this does well, I always have more!

[bunniekittiee]

TCM headcanons pt.2:

TW: mentions of self harm

Johnny grew out his hair at one point as a teen, not as long as Chop Top’s but still long.

He cut it after a victim got the upper hand and practically scalped him.

So now he wears it shorter and slicks it back so it doesn’t get into his face

And also because he is fearful he will be nearly scalped again.

When they were younger, Nubbins somehow got lice and infected the household. So, Drayton shaved all of their heads.

It was horrifying for them.

But since Sissy knows her way of utilizing plants to create medicine, they don’t have to worry about shaving their heads if another lice outbreak were to happen.

Bubba enjoys it when Chop Top lets him comb his hair. It’s like a bonding experience.

When Nubbins feels under the weather, he likes to look at the pictures he took of his family when they are busy, having fun, or killing.

It makes him feel better knowing he has his family.

Johnny is a sick bastard and has taken Nubbins’ camera to take pictures of women he has fucked and killed. He keeps them in his room.

Mf pulls a Bo Sinclair.

Bubba has been the sorry soul that stumbled upon them and he freaked out.

Poor guy got scared and avoided Johnny for weeks.

When Bubba is sad, they do everything they can to cheer him up.

Either Chop Top or Johnny will take him to 7-11 to get him snacks, Nubbins will make him more bone jewelry, or Sissy will play dress up with Bubba.

It all makes him very happy.

He kind of is what brings the family together.

Johnny used to kill small animals when he was younger, but when he moved onto humans, he completely stopped cold turkey.

Never gets any urges to hurt animals, he would rather hurt people.

Wants a dog badly but Nancy insists that it is another mouth to feed and a nuisance.

So he has Daisy instead whose like an overgrown dog but in cow form.

Still really wants a dog though.

Drayton considered killing Daisy until Sissy told him how much Johnny enjoys her company.

So she was spared.

Chop Top jokes and says that they will turn her into ground beef when he’s gone out.

Johnny strangles him once more and Bubba has to separate them.

Sissy loves to put makeup on Johnny’s face when he’s asleep.

Wakes up looking like Tim Curry from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Tries to fight Sissy but she gets away with it.

She has painted his toes before, pink and white to be exact.

It took a lot of bribing.

Johnny would hate to admit it but he felt like a pretty girl.

He understood why Bubba was adamant about makeup, nail polish, and self care, it makes you feel good!

Johnny does keep a guitar and will play when he has the time.

Will shred to Pantera.

Drayton smacks him with the broom when he’s playing too loud.

Nancy thinks it’s the “devil’s music” but Johnny does not give one shit.

As much as he loves her, he does not care for her opinion when it comes to what he likes.

Chop Top likes to pull pranks on the family.

One time he messed with Bubba’s dye and Bubba ended up dying one of his masks’ hair pink.

Bubba rocked that shit, he did not care.

When the kids were growing up, Bubba and Sissy played with Barbies together.

Johnny liked to make the dolls have sex which caused Sissy to beat his ass.

Nubbins snitched and Johnny was in deep shit.

Nancy was pissed at her boy, but Drayton thought it was kind of funny.

Chop Top wanted a tattoo as a teen but could not get one, so he had Nubbins brand him with the livestock branding iron.

Definitely not a fun experience, he still has a scar.

In order to punish him more so he would not make the same mistake again, Drayton threw salt on his wound.

Chop Top thought he was going to die.

Nubbins has a lot of scars from cutting himself, not out of sadness though, just because he likes the blood and the pain.

He’s a bit sadistic.

Johnny used to carve x’s into his arms with his blade when he was first gifted it, but it was out of boredom.

The scars are light and not noticeable unless you squint.

When Sissy was staying with the Manson Family, she missed the Sawyers to death.

Cried here and there whenever she was alone because she knew she could never find another family like them.

But the experience was freeing. It gave her freedom.

Nancy and Chop Top have gotten into arguments about him giving Johnny records or tapes when he was a teenager.

Nancy argued that he was a bad influence on Johnny but Chop Top argued back that Johnny was going to grow up to be “the epitome of manly men” and was going to have a liking for metal/rock anyways.

Part 3 will be coming out soon! This is what I have so far 😼

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - TWENTY FIVE

Blitzø felt like he was floating.

Is this death?… F*ck it’s cold. F*ckf*ckf*ck…

Blitzø was stabbed with pain as though he were being torn apart, like his head was about to explode. He writhed in agony.

Satan f*cking dammit! You feel pain in death too?! F*ck me…

Blitzø lost all semblance of time. All there was now was pain and nothingness.

Please stop… Please… Please just let me go…

Slowly, Blitzø’s nothingness began to find form and shape.

F*ck me… Not this shit again…

His drug induced nightmare-scape lay before him.

I’m not sticking around for this sh*t-show again.

Blitzø ran. He slipped and slid in the sludge, but kept running as fast and hard as he could. He made little progress, but he was determined to get the f*ck out of there.

Blitzø stumbled and fell to his knees. He tried to stand, push up, keep running - but his feet couldn’t find purchase. All he did was slip and slide and lose any grip he managed to find. Tarry, muddy, slop covered him all over. It clung to him like thick syrup. He couldn’t wipe it away no matter how hard he tried.

Blitzø resigned himself to crawl.

He struggled to cover any kind of distance for what felt like hours. But he was exhausted and, despite there being no landmarks to tell the distance, he was positive he had barely moved. Positive he’d been struggling for nothing.

Blitzø sat back on his heels and knelt in the slop, slumped and defeated.

“You always were a failure.”

Blitzø heard his father’s voice. He didn’t bother to look his way.

“Never did anything right.”

Blitzø sighed, crossed his arms and tried to make himself small.

“You f*cked up my life, Blitzo.”

Blitzø flinched, looked up and saw Barbie standing with her back to him, arms crossed, glaring over her shoulder.

“Barbie,” Blitzø fell forward on his hands and knees and reached a pleading hand out to her. “I…”

“You f*ck up everyone’s lives,” Barbie turned away and stepped into darkness.

“Barbie!” Blitzø scrambled to follow her, but slipped and fell chin first into the muck. “Please don’t go…”

“I wish you weren’t my son.”

Blitzø felt his father’s boot press down on his shoulders, pushing him further into the muck and slop.

“Worthless failure.”

Blitzø’s eyes stung with tears and filth. He wasn’t Blitzø anymore. He was Blitzo. He was a child. Small, weak and helpless.

“Yes, papa”

“Ruined everything.”

Blitzø sobbed under Buckzo’s heel.

“Yes, papa.”

“Killed your mamma.”

Blitzø’s heart stopped.

He’d thought it. But he’d never said it out loud. Never heard someone else say it.

It’s true. I killed mamma.

That’s right. Worthless failure.

Blitzø shuddered in disgust at the sound of his own voice in his ears.

Buckzo was gone. Now he felt himself being crushed under his own weight. Knees digging into his back, fists forcing his shoulders further into the muck.

You destroy everyone’s lives. You’re filth. Hell’s trash. Unworthy of love.

Blitzø couldn’t breathe. He was in so much pain. He wanted this to be over. Wanted the end to come.

You’re gonna get your wish. Congratulations. You’re about to die alone!

Blitzø closed his eyes in pain and reached out trying to grab onto something, anything…

Please… help…

A hand came from nowhere, grabbed onto Blitzø’s and pulled hard, yanking him out from under the him that had held him down. Then his world tilted and upended. He felt as if he had been turned upside down and he was now falling into the sky.

Dark like the slop and muck, but… safe? Was that the right word for it? Blitzø felt as though he were floating under the ocean, but as if the ocean were soft cotton candy...

Ok. He really sucked at analogies. It felt f*cking nice. He’d stick with that.

Blitzø drifted in the soft darkness until he slowly began to see tiny pin-pricks of light.

Are those… Stars?

He could have been floating for an eternity and not have noticed because he was too focused on the beauty unfolding before him.

It was as if he had come from the edge of everything - from the nothingness - and was drifting toward the beginning of everything. The first stars spaced so far apart. Then more and more. And then a planet and black hole and galaxies…

Blitzø just drifted through them all. He felt as though he could reach out and touch the heavens as they passed. But he didn’t dare. Somehow it felt like a sacrilege. His filthy unworthy hands should never touch things so perfect.

Like Stolas…

Blitzø’s heart clenched. He curled into a ball as he continued to drift through the cosmos.

This is Stolas’s world. I’ll never be good enough to stand beside him.

Blitzø curled tighter and began to sob.

As time passed he felt himself no longer drifting. Like a falling feather he found he’d slowly sunk to the bottom. If the cosmos had a bottom anyway. A vast flat plane, topped with a half inch of a warm viscous fluid. Regardless, he was at this bottom, curled up in it, alone and sobbing like a f*cking baby. The stars floating further and further away, far up above him, casting their glow down on his lonely wrecked self.

*****

[tdoong15]

i really love your stories they are so cuteee can you do one of autistic!momo and cg!sana pleasee and she has a little raccoon stuffie thank youuu💖💖

Hiiii thank you so much of course I will do that (≧∇≦)/

Littlend!Momo. Cg!Sana

Warnings: none

Momo + Barbie

The day started out like any other, except for the fact that Sana wasn't woken up by the sound of her alarm clock, instead it was by an upset Momo who was clearly desperate for the other girl. “Mama! ‘ake up, Bawbie is gone!” Momo repeatedly shakes Sana, her missing toy wasn't actually a Barbie doll she was genuinely referring to her favorite raccoon plushie which she dubbed Barbie.

Initially, Sana was planning on staying asleep since she was incredibly tired but when she heard what was missing she quickly shot up and got out of her bed. “Do you know where you last put him, Momoring?” Sana asks as she holds Momo's hand while walking to the little's room. “Nuh uh, mama.” Momo shakes her head for further emphasis.

When the duo reached Momo's room, Sana opened the door and she immediately went on the hunt for the raccoon plushie because she knew how much it meant to Momo. Sana was rummaging through anything and everything she could as she was determined to find Barbie. Momo watched on from the sidelines, the girl started to get increasingly more and more nervous and panicked to the point that she was nervously stimming by picking at her hands.

“I FOUND BARBIE!” Sana declares as she raises the raccoon plushie high up in the air, her hair was a complete mess but she didn't care, what mattered to Sana was Momo's expression changing into one of relief and joy. “Barbie!! Mama you're da best!” Momo says as she hugs the plushie and Sana since she was very grateful of the fact her comfort toy was found.

Sana smiles widely as she returns the tight hug, she knew that Momo enjoyed pressure so she hugged the little with a lot of pressure but not so she was squashing Momo. “You're welcome, Momoring. Now that we've found Barbie, how about we go play together?” Sana suggests which earned her an eager nod coming from Momo before she ran towards the living room.

The caregiver tried her best to catch up but it was a bit difficult when she had to deal with Momo basically becoming The Flash. “I never knew you could move that quick, Momoring.” Sana says through breaths when she actually caught up to Momo. “Mama is so slow!” Momo laughs loudly as she sits on the floor. Sana couldn't help but laugh too, she felt like Momo's laugh was contagious and she couldn't stop herself from laughing as soon as she heard it.

Once they finished laughing, Sana sits down on the floor in front of Momo and they start a game of princesses and knights, which includes Momo and Barbie being the princesses and Sana being the knight in shining armor that saves them both from imaginary dragons that guard the tower. The dragons in question were actually Momo's dogs, Boo and Dobby, and the castle was simply the couch.

“Mama dats cheating!” Momo yells as she sees Sana distract the dragons by giving them treats. “Hmm? I think that I'm only using my initiative.” Sana responds with a giggle which only got her an unamused look from Momo. “Nuh uh, you gotta do it again.” Momo shakes her head as Boo and Dobby head back over to the duo.

After many attempts and Momo making up random rules, Sana was able to rescue Princess Momo from the evil (lazy) dragons. “What do you want-” Sana was going to finish her sentence before she got interrupted by her little girl. “ ‘m hungwry mama!” Momo responds in a loud tone while she starts to pick at Sana’s shirt with one hand while the other hand was holding Barbie and petting her dogs.

“Okay, how about we cook together?” Sana suggests which earned a nod to come from Momo. With that in mind, Sana picks up the little and she goes to the kitchen. “I wanna have pasta, mama” Momo requests as she is placed on the floor. Sana paused so she could think about what she would do, in the end she decided to make a simple spaghetti bolognese since it was something that she made with Momo a lot.

What was meant to be Sana attempting to cook by herself, turned out to be Momo helping by giving directions, she occasionally helped out with the actual making of her lunch such as preparing the pasta or mixing the sauce until it was sorted out. From time to time Sana would hear that she's not doing something correctly but she would quickly change her style for the one that Momo approved of.

After everything was made, Sana knew how to plate up the food perfectly since it was one of the things she knew what to do the best in the kitchen. “Does this look good, Momoring?” Sana asks while she presents the food to Momo, who smiles widely and nods her head quickly.

“Come on, we've gotta go eat now, Barbie.” Momo tells her raccoon plushie as she happily hops over to the table so she could eat with her plushie and mama. Sana has a small and soft smile on her face as she carefully carries the plates over to the table, trying her best in not tripping on anything. Thankfully it worked and she was able to enjoy a good meal with her little girl, who she sometimes helped with because she wanted her mouth to stay at least moderately clean.

Helloooo I'm sorry for not posting but recently I've been having major writers block and I've just not been able to think of anything. Work also get in my way and now I'm also back at college now, so I don't actually know what will happen I'll probably be able to write things though, so that's good. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed and you have a great day/evening/night

[milflewis]

35 + ferwis

35: to gain something

Fernando corners him on the way back from the bathroom, blocking him in between Sebastian’s bedroom door and large mahogany bookcase. His eyes are hazy with drink, mouth wet, and he smells like the veggie noodles Sebastian had cooked — everything handmade and vegan — and weed, the spicy cologne that Jenson gets him every Christmas undercutting it all.

Lewis leans back against the wall, slouching down a little further than he intended to, hands in his pockets, and waits. Jenson is singing Barbie Girl downstairs and Lewis can hear Sebastian laughing, trying to stop Mark from unplugging the speaker.

Fernando frowns at him, glaring. “I own a team now.”

Lewis hums. “You’re actually the team principal, not the owner, but okay.”

Fernando waves a hand, half rolling his eyes, dismissive and short. Lewis grins. “Whatever. I manage a team then. Details. Doesn’t matter. You are retiring next year.”

Lewis blinks. “Am I?”

“Yes.” Fernando steps in closer. “Everyone knows this. Don’t try to lie. Doesn’t matter. You should come drive for me. One year. Maybe two.”

Lewis laughs, the sound falling out of him, bent double at the waist, fist pressed into his stomach. Just as he thinks he’s caught his breath again he spots Fernando’s face, all heavy eyebrows and dark eyes and mouth in a flat line and he’s set off again.

“Ah,” Lewis says, patting him on the chest, hiccuping slightly. “That was a good one, thanks, man.”

“I am not joking. I want you to drive for me.”

Lewis squints at him for a moment before lifting up a hand, holding the back of it against Fernando’s forehead. “You feeling okay?”

Fernando slaps him away, fingers curling around Lewis’s wrist, hand hot and tight. “I am fine. Stop being stupid.”

Lewis tugs his hand away, once, and then again, but Fernando holds him close. Lewis lets him after a second, it’s easier than fighting him when he gets into these moods.

His eyes are dark and big up this close. “I want you,” Fernando says, loud and clear, breath hot on Lewis’s face. If you were someone else, I probably would dreamt of this, Lewis thinks and laughs as Fernando continues. “To drive for me, you idiot.”

Lewis is still laughing when Fernando kisses him, hot and deep and dirty, fingers digging into his wrist. Lewis lets his legs fall open further, leaning back so Fernando steps into his space. His free hand pulls at Fernando’s hair until his mouth opens and Lewis licks his way in, biting at his lip.

Lewis opens his eyes, marvelling at the sweep of Fernando’s eyelashes, with his eyes closed they look so long. He maybe could’ve done without smoking that second joint. Fernando presses a thigh between Lewis’s legs, up and hard and insistent, jean stiff against Lewis’s soft sweats. Lewis moans, not bothering to catch the sound in his throat.

Fernando’s eyebrows do that thing that they do when he wants to be delighted with the win but knows Lewis gave it to him and hates how that cheapens it. Lewis grins as Fernando pulls away, mouth ducking in to wet the line of his jaw before moving back.

“You deserved that,” Fernando says, dragging a thumb across Lewis’s bottom lip. Lewis hums, tilting his head back until it hits the wall with a dull thump. There is a small cobweb hanging off the hallway light. Lewis wonders if Sebastian names the bugs in his house like he does with his bees.

“Maybe,” Lewis says. “Probably. But you enjoyed it.”

Fernando rolls his eyes properly this time. “I always enjoy putting you in your place. It is very satisfying.”

“Yeah,” Lewis bites at his mouth, catching Fernando’s thumb with his teeth, rocking his hips forward, dick dragging along Fernando’s, half hard already. “I can feel how satisfied you are.”

Fernando pushes his face to the side, Lewis giggling, catching himself on the bookcase. “Think about it,” he calls over his shoulder, walking a little awkwardly. Lewis smiles.

[pearldog30]

Johnny (soap) Mctavish head Cannon

I know, I said this was going to be out a lot sooner. butttt I got distracted so here we are with our soapy boy, and I hope y'all enjoy! As always this is going to be realistic as possible! (Also let me know if you would like to see some NSFW head cannons and I might put those in the works soon 👀)

Other works 👉Master list

Warnings| PTSD, and alcohol.

This is soaps love song cannot convince me otherwise. (Okay I was actually reading a soap fanfic. and this song came on, and I'm like it's perfect. anyways if the thing doesn't work it's I wanna be yours by Arctic monkeys slow)

I am going to start this off by saying. THE SASS THIS MAN HAS. I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THE GIFT HE SCREAMS SASSY! Oh and don't get me started. when he's trying to give attitude. He has the kind of sass that gives a drag queen, a run for their money. I LOVE IT

Contrary to what everybody might think of him, he's actually really fuckin smart. HE'S A SAS DEMOLITION SNIPER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW SMART YOU HAVE TO BE, ESPECIALLY WITH MATH FOR THAT SHIT! So yeah he's not a dumbass to say the least.

BUT! With that being said he's low key oblivious as fuck, when it comes to day to day life. like yeah he may be able to do math perfectly, plan out war plans, be able to tell an enemy in a room within a second, but for the love of God. do not leave this man alone to clean the house without adult supervision. something's bound to end up broken/all disorganized on how you had it, it's going to be a new house when you come back.

He is the definition of doesn't follow instructions. Sooo unless if you want to be spending money on takeout, don't let him cook without your supervision. He cannot cook to save his life. (I said what I said)

This may not come as a surprise at all, but he is observant as fuck. it's the sniper in him, when you have the job he has you have to be always on guard. so a lot like ghost even when you guys are home/go out as civilians, he's always going to be on guard, observing every situation. but this man knows how to cover it up, and make it seem like he's not, it's concerning.

Since he is observant as hell, he notices every. single. little. detail. about yourself. Oh you got new lipstick, he'll be the first to say you look stunning. and to kiss that pretty lip color (he says he's just testing it. But we all know it's an excuse cuz he wants to kiss you) got some new jeans/leggings he'll definitely notice and be staring. So yeah he notices everything. even the stuff you do to the house, when he comes back home from deployment. This man is the definition of photographic memory!

and with the observant topic. if y'all are at a bar. and you're trying to make him jealous. don't, just don't, you're going to lose. this man does not get jealous, if anything he'll take it as a challenge. knowing you're trying to get him jealous, it ends up in you getting jealous. (he's a little shit and it's annoying)

I'm probably going to be the first to say this. and it's going to burst a lot of y'all's bubbles. but he does not, AND I MEAN DOES NOT, HAVE ADHD! (I'm pretty sure if you have ADHD, you actually can't do a lot of the stuff that he does. from what I've been told. so no he does not have it)

And if y'all ever somehow go on a road trip together. He doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. He's either cracking jokes or screaming music (more than likely it's Barbie girl or some other ridiculous song he uses to bother ghost with) bonus points if you join in with him, safe to say it's never a boring car ride with him.

Now when y'all have fights. It doesn't matter how they start, what they are about, what it was. this man always comes back to apologize first. It often has you questioning why, even if you knew you were in the wrong, you still wonder why he's apologizing to you, when you should be apologizing to him. and he'll never let you apologize, almost never!

Since he has this job. he does he struggles a lot with PTSD. Out of all the men he's definitely the most emotional, but not at the same time, it's weird. With his mental health he often bottles everything up, he never had a good experience with talking about it. and in his past either people looked at him like he's some crazy monster, or they just pushed him away. so this often brings him to he either drinks it away, and then forgets about it the next day. or has a complete breakdown.

Now I'm not saying he's an alcoholic, no. but he can't help it, when he comes home and those dark thoughts won't leave, and it goes to dark places. To where he sometimes (a lot of times let's be honest. That was before you came into the picture) turn to alcohol. Mainly it's just to forget about the fact he felt like he let his team down. cuz someone died on a rough mission he had no control over, and it kills him every time. Every time that does happen he wishes it was him.

But if he doesn't, then he'll often just lock himself in his office/shower. he'll silent cry to himself, and have a panic attack, rocking back and forth on the floor/on the shower floor. and you have caught him like that more than once. each time you did, he tried telling you he was okay, ushering you away from him. but you wouldn't budge, you would just hold him and let him cry it out/talk it out if he wanted. you really are his safe place in those situations.

So he often goes through one of those two scenarios, every time he comes home from a mission. and each time you see him like that it takes a little piece away from you, killing you a little, as it does for him. And it does kind of scare him to death that you see him like that. So he worries that you'll leave him, because he is going through such a hard time. so you have to reassure him a lot.

He's actually probably one of the only guys that doesn't really get night terrors/nightmares. Too often, I mean yeah he'll get them every once, in awhile but nowhere near as bad as the rest. he is the definition of heavy sleeper, unless of course he's on the field.

He's also the definition of clingy. You and Alejandro's partner, once had a competition, to see who was more clinger. and soap won that by an inch.

✨Middle child vibes✨ that's all I'm going to say.

Love language. Physical touch, quality time, words of affirmation.

All right that's going to be the it for this. I hope you all enjoyed it! and wherever you are in the world I hope you're having a good day/night reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 🖤

[midnightkens]

in my secret life

Ken finally tells Barbie about what Patrick does to him.

Massive TW for domestic violence

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When Ken lets her in, Barbie instinctively scans the room for any signs of Patrick snooping around.

Ken gives her a weary smile. He's pale and drawn; the dark circles under his eyes look like bruises. He looks more exhausted than Barbie's ever seen. It almost hurts to look at him. "He's not here. He's with sisters."

"Good." It feels like a sign. Patrick isn't on the lease, but he's always here. Barbie's almost certain he doesn't offer to pay some of the rent. His being away, unable to loom over Ken and eavesdrop, is a rare event. They've had this conversation before, long before the situation even escalated to this height. But it's different. Bruises decorate Ken's skin, ugly splotches of purple, blue, and green that can't even be hidden with coverup. And now?

Now Ken has four fractured ribs. "Surfing accident," he'd claimed when she asked. Ken's been surfing for years; he hasn't fallen off the board since his beginner days. Patrick hurts him; Barbie feels it in her bones.

Getting Ken to admit it would take a miracle, but she's nothing if not determined.

Barbie closes the door behind her and toes off her shoes. She eagerly holds up two bottles of wine. "I told you I'd bring a present."

"Thank God." Ken takes the bottles, only barely concealing his wince. Pleas to sit down and chill out rest on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows the words. It's no use. "Ya know, I've been looking forward to this all week."

"Me too." They don't get to see each other alone much these days. Not with Ken being kept under lock and key. "I've missed you."

Ken's Adam's apple bobs and he averts his gaze. "I've missed you too," he says quietly. "Um. Things have been really shit lately."

Barbie's breath hitches. What's happening? Ken so rarely offers tidbits about his personal life anymore, preferring to keep things calm and casual. He used to be so open, especially with her. For him to admit that things are bad....It has to be worse than we thought. "What do you mean?"

Ken chews on his lower lip and leads the way to his living room. There are two wine glasses on the table already, and some snacks. Ken uncorks the Pinot Grigio and pours Barbie's glass first. He fills his and sits gingerly in the chair. Ke drums his fingers on the armrest nervously, and Barbie sips her wine, trying to be patient. The silence stretches, and Barbie's just about to break it when Ken finally speaks.

"I need to tell you something." The words are a breathless rush. Ken's cheeks are flushed; he's practically vibrating with anxiety. Barbie resists the urge to reach out and touch him. "But I don't know how to say it."

"That's okay." Her own heart races in her chest, the woosh loud in her ears. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I know. I just....Fuck! I don't know what to say!" Ken rakes his fingers through his hair and scowls. "I had it all planned out! I had a little script and everything and I..."

"Ken." Barbie moves to sit next to him, but doesn't touch. He's been flinching lately. "Take a deep breath. It's okay."

"It's not." Ken shakes his head, and Barbie notices tears clinging to his eyelashes. "That's the problem! Nothing is fine!" Barbie looks at his hands. The skin around the nails is torn and bloody, his nails bitten to the quick. He hasn't picked his skin in years.

Everything is about to change. There's been a shift in the air, in Ken. He slumps forward like a puppet whose strings have been cut. He doesn't even flinch. Barbie cautiously rests a hand on his back.

"You don't have to follow a script. Just say whatever comes to mind. It's just me and you."

"Yeah." Ken nods and wipes his eyes. "It's just me and you. Okay." He sits up and rubs his eyes, tensing like he's bracing himself. "Patrick hits me."

The room becomes so quiet that Barbie could hear a pin drop. She was right. She swallows the bile that rises in her throat and tries to stay calm, but it's hard when she wants to break down and cry. It's not fair. It's not fucking fair. Ken trembles under her touch, but before she can formulate a thought, his mouth moves, words spilling out of him like a dam's burst.

"He hits me," Ken says breathlessly. "But that's not even all of it, Barb." Ken laughs, a bitter, hollow sound. It reminds Barbie of his fake laughter in Barbie Land. "I try so hard, you know? I try so fucking hard to fix it, but I never know what I'm doing wrong! He hits me and he kicks me and punches me and....He fucking spat on me one day. He broke my ribs. He's destroyed so much of my shit. You remember my guitar? The first one I got with my own money that I told you broke? Yeah, no, he fucking smashed it." Ken's breaths come in short pants; his eyes flit about the room. Is this a panic attack? "You know my horse figurines? He smashed them, because I had the balls to go out without him. He shoved my face in the glass and made me clean it up and I keep trying to fix it, but I keep fucking it up, and I don't know how!"

Ken starts to cry in earnest, deep guttural sobs that bring tears to Barbie's eyes. She blinks them away, determined to keep it together. It's so much worse than she imagined. Shoving his face in glass? Breaking his things? The broken ribs? It's so much worse than she could've imagined. She's long suspected that Ken's in danger, but now?

What if he kills him?

Barbie shakes her head. She'll entertain that thought later with Gloria and Ryan, when she's home and they can come up with a game plan. Maybe she can convince Ken to come back with her too, even if it's just for the night. "Oh, Ken..." She wraps her arms around him and pulls him close. He clings to the front of her shirt and she rocks back and forth, carding her fingers through his hair.

"It's not even just the physical stuff." Ken's voice is already hoarse. What could be worse than getting beaten? "He makes me feel like s-s-shit, Barbie. Every fucking d-d-day I hear how worthless I am. How I can't do anything right, how you and Gloria and Ryan and Sasha don't love me, that my friends don't give a f-f-f-fuck. How I'm stupid. He makes fun of me for being dyslexic. I try so fucking hard, Barbie. I try so hard to fix it, and I don't know what's wrong with me!"

"Nothing is wrong with you!" Ken flinches, and Barbie curses at herself and lowers her voice. "Sorry, Ken. I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong with you, and it kills me that he makes you feel like that. You're so smart, you're compassionate, you're funny! I love you. Gloria, Ryan, and Sasha love you - "

"Why would he say something that isn't true? I don't understand. If he's saying it, it's gotta be true, right? That's the way it works."

"No, Ken, it's not." All the confidence he's gained, completely wiped out because of him. Oh, Patrick should be thankful he isn't here right now. "He's saying it because he's insecure and evil. He feels like shit and wants to bring you down with him." She gasps as she has a sudden realization. "Your sweatshirt. The I am Kenough one. Is that why you gave it to me? So he couldn't destroy it."

Ken nods. "Yeah. He never saw it, but I didn't want him to find it. I'm scared," he whispers. "I'm really scared. He tells me I deserve it, and you know, most of the time I think I do. It's my punishment for the Kendom."

"I never want to hear you say that again!" Barbie lets a few tears slip. Ken looks at her dubiously, and she doesn't wipe them away. "There is nothing you could ever do to make you deserve getting your face smashed into glass or your ribs broken or any of it!"

"But - "

"No. No buts. Did you make a mistake? Yeah. But making a mistake doesn't mean you deserve to be abused!"

Ken scrambles to the other side of the sofa, eyes wide with horror. It's the first time anyone has said the word out loud. The acknowledgement, the confirmation...Ken must feel like his entire world is crashing around him. Again. They're both crying now. Barbie scoots closer slowly and holds out her hand. The seconds feel like hours as she waits for Ken to take it. She breathes a sigh of relief when he interlocks their fingers.

"I don't know what to do. I hate him, Barbie. I hate him so fucking much; he ruined everything, and I just wanna get out of this, but I don't know how!" He rests his cheek in his other hand, lower lip still trembling. "I left Barbie Land so I could be better, but it's all worse. It's so bad, I'm bad, and I never should've left."

Barbie squeezes his hand. "I'm glad you're here. You have a lot of people who are glad you're here. Gloria and Ryan. Sasha. Your hiking and surfing friends. All the people you've taken photos for." Barbie raises an eyebrow, unable to keep the smirk off her face. "Colt." Ken flushes at the mention of the stuntman. They only became friends recently, but even Barbie can see that there's something there. "So many people are happy you're here, human, and alive. He's wrong about you."

Ken offers a one-shouldered shrug. "I hate him. I say I love him, but I don't. I wanna dump him, but I'm so damn scared."

"It's okay." Ken snorts, and Barbie knows he doesn't believe her. She can't blame him. It's been almost two years of constant torture. It'll take a while for things to get better, but she's not going anywhere. "We'll figure it out."

Ken hums noncommittally, but he curls back into her side as gingerly as possible. She cards her fingers through his hair again, resting her cheek on the top of his head. There'll be time to convince him to come home with her later. He doesn't need that right now. Ken may not believe her, but she's determined to help him find a way out. It may not be romantic, but...

He's her Ken.

And she'll be damned if she lets Patrick take him from her.

[folklorico12]

Taylor Swift's "The Man"... but like way more

Dear Taylor,

Let me start this by prefacing with I’m a girlie working in engineering. I’m one year post college graduation, and for some reason this time last year I was convinced that sexism in the work place was a thing of the past. (I know that’s fucking stupid and maybe just me coping but hear me out) I somehow thought that work place harassment and all the ~really~ bad sexism was something from the 90s when every working woman wore a pantsuit and had to battle their way through inequality. Of course I figured I’d have to deal with some stupid comments here and there but it couldn’t be that bad could it? It was 2022 and we knew better right? 

Oh my god like two days in and I came home crying because someone asked me what color my pubic hair was.

Since then I’ve been mistaken for a secretary, CONSTANTLY. I’ve been called shallow and stupid for expressing opinions. I’ve been scrutinized for wearing slacks, I’ve been sexualized for wearing jeans, and I would never dare to wear a skirt for my own safety.

“You wanna know how women get sent home early? They come into work without makeup on!”

“Your last wife was 50, so just trade her in for two 25 year olds! Right y/n?” (Hi yeah, I’m 24 so I took this personally. It was creepy as shit)

“She isn’t smart enough, it would take nine years to train her.” (This one wasn’t about me but the fact that a man was comfortable enough in the office to say this out loud about ANYONE much less a WOMAN is fucking outrageous)

My point here is I have very quickly learned that sexism is alive and well and it’s fucking everywhere. You (Taylor and anyone reading this) have experienced it, have seen it. Even since you were a little girl. The shit you’ve had to deal with at award ceremonies, in the courtroom, and just every fucking day from the public is horrifying but it’s oh-so relatable. 

Now we come to my biggest point: this summer has been so incredibly cathartic for women. First we have the Eras tour (I was at a Seattle show, standing outside the stadium. Let me just say the camaraderie I felt from all the wonderful women around me was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, it literally caused an earthquake) it was a celebration for everything we as women feel in relationships and in life. Next we have the Barbie movie, hoards of women flocked to theaters worldwide dressed in pink and calling each other Barbie. The effect was instant and Tiktok was flooded with perspectives of womanhood and insights to inequality. That’s pretty uplifting shit! And if nothing else it shows there’s huge demand for more discussions on inequality and the woman experience.

Here’s where you come in, “The Man” is a fucking masterpiece. When I have a particularly frustrating day at work I spend my entire drive home screaming “The Man” on repeat. I need more. I need a whole damn album, movie, and TV show on womanhood, our experiences as kids, as teens, as sexualized objects, as professionals, as mothers, and everything in between. And I need it from you because you have such a beautiful and intricate way of writing exactly what we need to hear. And I know your entire discography is already heavy on these important themes but I feel like something direct and unapologetically about WOMEN and what we have to do to survive would be so powerful.

You continuously said during the eras tour that you write what you feel and it’s sort of a coping mechanism, then you’d play it for us and hoped we related. When we scream those lyrics with you, you feel less alone. Well so do we. You give us a safe space to collectively feel those emotions. 

Right now I’m feeling alone, but I know there are millions of women out there feeling the exact same way with no way and no place to express it. So please consider this my formal request for Miss (Mother) Taylor Swift, to consider writing an in depth Barbie-esque album/TV show/very long movie about all the ways men can never understand the woman experience and what we fucking go through every day so I can scream and cry along with it after a tough day at work. I love you so much okay (Taylor and anyone else here) thanks for reading my lil essay, fuck the patriarchy and I’m so excited for 1989 TV.  Thanks!

P.S. I know you’re a super busy Mastermind so no rush to do anything, just think about it <3

@taylorswift @taylornation

[somegirlontheinternet135]

As we travel deeper and deeper down the Timekeeper rabbit hole. It about time we cover an agenda, something what I think Cookie Run fandom lacks and needs more of:

Say it with me now. . .

TIMEKEEPER👏ANCIENT HERO👏INTERACTIONS!!👏

Oh, the gold mine of opportunities we are sitting on!!

Ok, call me sick, twisted, or whatever. But The Ancient Heroes. . . I like to torture them. . .

Now hear me out!-

I do like seeing them happy, like have you seem polyancient or purelily ship art?! IT'S ADORABLE!!! Sure, the voice in my head says "aww cute", the second, just as loud, voice in head says "I want a ungodly amount of suffering to come to you. . ."

But what can worse than their already going through in the orginal plot? Look no further attention to my AU

To this rant less of an essay: PV and friends accidentally summon Timekeeper, and in order to save not only Earthbread but their overall existence, they have be TK's playthings. The kicker? This takes in the further future of the game, when Dark Enchantress converts back into White Lily, adding more to the pain factor

So what pretell is worse than fighting your best friend or learning your true purpose in life? Why not become the Barbie dolls of a being who can kill you within an instant?!

What's that? They're all technically immoral??? Well strap in folks cause it's a faith worse than death!!!

Going off topic here, I also think their dynamic would be interesting. Think about it: The Ancient Heros, a bunch of old farts who are fresh out of a war, enjoy the simpler things in life, and wanna get into a routine; but Timekeeper is rambunctious, lives for entertainment, and hates routine to a T

All that being said, get to the important stuff here, their relationship; other than it's the equivalent of having a bomb strapped to your back or being held at gunpoint

We'll cover each hero one by one☆

Pure Vanilla Cookie: He's willing to do anything for Earthbread, even if that means becoming the literal boy-toy of time itself. Was the first in the group to say "Guys, if we don't do this, we'll all dead!" Overall, the most accepting of his faith. Is he terrified? Absolutely! Put into consideration that TK is stronger than what DE could or will ever be. Also, though not totally understanding their hobbies or musical interest, he still cheers them on or even indulges in it, likely being forced

Golden Cheese Cookie: Possibly the easiest to win over, the two have a lot in common and connected easily. Although at first, she didn't know what to feel about TK when they first show up. Golden was egotistical, believing her powers surpassed all, but when the Timekeeper, a being stronger than not just her but DE, shows up, it almost shatters Golden's ego, especially since they're a blur when they fight. Like PV, she doesn't understand their interest in musical theater, in fact doesn't see the liking of musical theater in general

Hollyberry Cookie: Her first thought was definitely "Oh what's the worst thing that can happen?" Everything. Every. f*cking. thing. Home girl just wanted to protect her kingdom and friends from threats, and no amount protection is gonna help us with *that*. But, Holly trusts PV, believing that in order to save their kingdoms and the world, is to let TK get their way, and it somewhat works? Also, Holly learns very quickly that Timekeeper isn't affected by alcohol berry juice. Very quickly don't ask why

White Lily Cookie: And she thought Dark Enchantress was scary. Seriously, the poor thing was/still is terrified of Timekeeper. To think, a happy life with her friends, with PV, all thrown out the window. Like Holly, Lily trusts Pure Vanilla with every inch in her body and also believes that letting TK do what they wanted with them was the safest option, you know how when you're of scared or uninterested in something, but as time goes on, you grow more curious of it? That's what happens with Lily. She gains more and more curious and almost intrigued by TK. An example of this is through theater, whenever TK performs, Lily watches in awe and adoringly. Timekeeper to Lily's eyes is like mother tiger, beautiful and magnificent beast yes, but better a few feet away, or behind glass

Dark Cacao Cookie: Legit thought TK was hell spawn the minute they showed up, diffidently the hardest egg to crack, even making the dumb decision of wanting to fight them. After learning how dire the situation actually was, and fighting was in fact, not an option, he decides he wanted nothing to do with him. All those years of prepping, preparing for war, now fruitless when dealing with Timekeeper. This obviously, doesn't work considering they destroy the citadel's wall within a second, or the fact they just teleport to him at a given moment. Even when he does warm up to TK, he still finds them annoying

And the final touch would be bonus head canons:

☆Timekeeper does crazy and or messed-up sh*t just for the pure sensation of the five's reaction. They also make sure it isn't consistent pattern, so they never know their next move

☆TK likes touching faces, especially if it's Pure Vanilla's, they like squishing his cheeks. That could be cause very touch-starved

☆At a given moment, TK had jump-scared several people by teleporting into a room or behind someone

☆White Lily finds herself "stalking" Timekeeper whenever they're alone to learn more about them, jotting notes in a little journal. It normally ends TK leaving only to appear it right behind her

☆After finding out they're not affected by alcohol, Holly and Cheese like testing TK's different abilities by arranging these different bets

☆Despite their amount of power, they love playing a good game of "cat and mouse" with Dark Cacao and creme wolves, just annoying him long enough so gives chase

☆TK is quite diverse with it comes to musical instrument, the one they play the most is the piano. Their favorite music genres is both eclectic and normal swing, so if I they get to be in the same room as a piano, you're in for fun night

☆The ancient heroes can all chilling for a second before being dragged into some crazy shenanigans by TK, whether that be one of their hobbies or musical theater fun

☆ Since Golden Cheese and Pure Vanilla both hang out with TK the most, the two learn alot about importance of performance and showmanship

☆ The other ancient heroes constantly give Dark Cacao sh*t for getting involved with TK

☆☆☆

Going into 'angst' territory, with Timekeeper being around, it impacts the friendship of the five heroes. On one side, we have Dark Cacao Cookie, who refuses to be some 'object' and wants to take action, but then you got everyone else who thinks fighting back would be pointless and making them happy and entertained is their best, and safest option. Dark Cacao being dramatic, questions whether or not their friendship means anything, and decides he wants nothing to them also. Which to their defense, it's not like they don't agree with him, it just that DC's plan was kinda stupid and escalate quickly

And there you have it folks, multiple paragraphs talking about another hyperfixation I have. First ramble of the year

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧? - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʏ/ɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ, ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴏᴅ

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ᴡᴀʏ)

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

|𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯|

I awoke to the sound of my mother's voice echoing throughout the house, summoning us to come downstairs.

I let out an exasperated sigh and slowly rose from the cozy blankets, threw on a shirt and sweatpants, and made my way out of my bedroom. As I passed Barb's room, the door swung open.

"What does Mom want?" she inquired. I rolled my eyes, not bothering to glance in her direction.

"If I knew, would I be heading down there?" I retorted, turning away as I felt Barb's intense glare searing into the back of my head.

Together, we descended the stairs to find our parents and Debbie waiting for us.

"Finally, you're here," my mother exclaimed with a smile.

I still couldn't comprehend why she had called us together in the first place.

"Why are we here?" I snapped. My mother's smile faded, and my father shot me a stern look. I fell silent and took a step back.

"Well, your father and I thought it was about time for you girls to meet her." Barb, Debbie, and I exchanged confused glances before shifting our attention to our parents.

"Her?" we all echoed in unison.

"Well, you and Barbra may not remember her since you were so young, and of course, Debbie hadn't been born yet, but Carol, you had an identical twin named y/n." Time seemed to freeze for just a moment.

"I had a twin?!" I blurted out, and my parents nodded in confirmation. My eye twitched with sheer astonishment, and Barb nudged my side, snapping me back to reality.

"I have another sister!" Debbie squealed. I winced at her high-pitched excitement so early in the morning.

"Yes, sweetheart," Dad replied, crouching down to her level giving her a quick grin.

"Then why are we only finding out about her now?" Barbie questioned, and for once, I found myself in agreement with her.

"Well, back then, we were facing financial difficulties and were unable to care for all three of you, so we sent y/n to live with my sister until she was old enough to return and see us," Mom explained.

"We contacted your aunt a week ago and arranged for y/n to come down here, and we just discovered that her plane landed about 30 minutes ago, so she should be arriving any minute now," Dad continued.

I was still perplexed and had numerous questions, but before I could utter a word, there was a knock on the door.

My body tensed as my parents eagerly rushed to open the door. They cheered and embraced the person on the other side.

I caught a glimpse of the girl's arm, adorned with red and white bracelets and rings, but my view was obstructed by the enthusiastic crowd.

"How was your journey home? I hope everything went smoothly?" Dad inquired.

"No issues at all. Now, where are my siblings?!" I heard a soft yet eager voice ask.

They stepped aside, and there stood a girl who was practically a mirror image of me. The only noticeable difference was that she wore no glasses, had minimal makeup on, and possessed a distinct style.

She donned a fitted red top and dark blue jeans. Her hair was straightened, and she exuded a vibrant personality. Her face lit up upon spotting me, and she let out an incredibly loud squeal, dashing straight towards me.

I was taken aback.

I was on the verge of toppling over when her body crashed into mine with a bone-crushing embrace. The more tightly she squeezed, the more I groaned. This girl definitely had a strong grip.

"Oh, my goodness, you look far superior than you did in the photographs!" she exclaimed, pulling away and gazing into my matching eyes.

"And you resemble me exactly, wow!" Her face beamed as she gripped my shoulders. My eye twitched in confusion, and I slowly removed her hands from my shoulders.

"Um, hi?" I attempted to say, but it came out more as a question. She smiled and extended her hand.

I noticed that her nails were painted a vibrant shade of red. Clearly, this girl had a deep affection for the color red.

"I'm y/n," she introduced herself. I cautiously shook her hand.

"Carol," I muttered. Her smile seemed to grow even wider, if that was even possible, which honestly unsettled me a bit.

"Wow, even our names sound alike," she giggled.

I mustered a slight smile, even though her excessive enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming for me. Her compliments and cheerful nature were somewhat bearable. Debbie ran up to her and hugged her leg.

"Hi! I'm Debbie, your sister!" y/n smiled and leaned down to her level.

"Of course, I remember you. Wow, you've grown so much. The last time I saw you, I was cradling you in my arms." Debbie giggled at her remark, and y/n straightened up, now focusing her attention on Barbra.

"I'm assuming you're Barbra. I adore your outfit. Where did you get it?" she inquired, circling around her. Barbie simply shrugged, slightly taken aback but also flattered.

"I can't recall, but I do have plenty of other adorable outfits," she replied. I rolled my eyes, even though we had just met her moments ago, she would still manage to boast somehow.

"That's fantastic. I love wearing fashionable clothes, although I lean more towards red since it accentuates my true self," she said, smiling earnestly.

This girl would never stop smiling. "Well, we're thrilled to have you, darling. Let me take your bags and show you to your room," Dad offered, grabbing her suitcase from the doorway.

Mom closed the door behind him, and y/n followed them to her room. I retreated to my own room, shutting the door and lying down on the bed.

I was still somewhat stunned by the fact that I had a twin and had only just discovered her existence. It was also surprising that she looked so much like me.

However, I could already sense that we were complete opposites. She was always smiling and cheerful, while I simply didn't care. I had always been a screw-up, even when I was Debbie's age. I rolled my eyes and sat up as a knock came from my door.

"Go away!" I groaned, hoping the person would leave. But all hope was lost when I heard the door open and close.

"Hey," a soft voice greeted. I immediately sat up and saw y/n standing about seven feet away from me. She looked around my room in awe.

"Wow, your room is nice. It gives off a rebellious, badass teenager vibe," she remarked. I smirked slightly and took a seat on the bed, and she joined me.

"That's exactly the appearance I was going for" I said she chuckled as she placed her red and gold handbag on the bed. Her eyes widened in delight as she gazed up at my Burt Reynolds poster.

"Oh, my goodness, do you also adore Burt Reynolds?!" she asked eagerly. This immediately caught my attention, and I turned my head towards her.

"Wait, you know who he is?" I inquired.

She turned her head towards me and replied, "Are you joking? Of course! Men with body hair are incredibly attractive."

I was taken aback by her response. I didn't expect someone like her to appreciate that.

"Exactly! You understand!" I exclaimed, playfully shaking her. She giggled, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"So, how have you been? I mean, it's quite surprising to see me. I was just as shocked when I saw you," she asked, turning her body towards me. I caught a whiff of her apple cinnamon perfume.

"To be honest, it's been hell. Don't let those smiles fool you; they are complete jerks. They only care about Debbie and Barbie. I've been living in isolation, and no one gives a damn. My dad gets drunk and abuses us, and my mom does nothing about it. Oh, and not to mention, they're homophobic. So, yeah," I vented.

Her smile slowly faded into a sad frown. It was the first time I saw her frowning since she arrived.

"Oh, that's so terrible," she muttered, looking down briefly.

"Well, unfortunately, that's my life, so there's no need to pity me," I stated. She nodded, brushing some hair out of her face.

"So, what about you?" I asked.

She leaned back, her smile returning to her face.

"Well, I live with my aunt in Southern California. It's incredibly beautiful, always sunny, with minimal rain. I got into fashion since it became a hobby of mine. And don't tell anyone, but I recently came out as a lesbian. Only my aunt knows, and now you do," she revealed.

"Wait, you came out, and your aunt accepted it?" I questioned.

She nodded. "Yep, in California, they honestly don't care as long as you're a human being," she said. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Her life sounded nice and relaxed, while mine was pure hell.

"You should come down with me for the summer. It's really boring, and I would love to get to know you better. Who knows, you might just find someone," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows and nudging my shoulder.

Blushing at the thought of meeting someone, I shook my head to clear my mind. I glanced at her jewelry and took hold of her wrists.

"Did you create these?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She nodded and replied, "Yep, and actually, these are for you." She opened her purse and retrieved a bracelet with half a heart and a silver ring featuring a girl extending her arm.

Confused, I held them in my hands.

"These are for me?" I asked.

She hummed in agreement and handed me the bracelet, revealing that it also had a half-heart design like mine. She placed the bracelet on my wrist and then took hers, bringing them close together until they met in the middle with a small click

. I looked down and saw the message engraved: 'my half/ my other half.'

I stared at her in astonishment, and she smiled back at me.

"I made this when I found out I was coming down to see you thought it would be cool to have a cute bracelet like those sisters in those movies and the rings are matching as well so we both know that we are each other's half" she says.

"And the rings are special because they symbolize trust and sisterhood so I thought when we have these, we can be close and always have the feeling to tell each other something" she continues.

I felt the corners of my lip tug up this was the first time some showed care for me in years I looked at her and wrapped my arms around her giving her a hug "thank you" I said in her shoulder I could feel her smile and hug me back "your welcome" she replies maybe having a twin is not so bad after all.